"It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea."
From "Under Milk Wood, A Play for Voices" by Dylan Thomas, 1954
and post notes and photos about your poem like John Anderson.